Eight hundred and forty first chapter petitioner of the new moon
As the pale flame burned, some strange pictures began to appear in the air.
At this moment, the evil god, who had been suppressed for a long time, had long lost the power to resist.
As the flames burned, some special pictures began to appear in Yi Qiu's vision.
From those fragmented pictures, Yi Qiu seemed to see the rise, decline and decline of an evil god.
She was undoubtedly a popular figure in her plane for a certain period of time, and she maintained her hegemony with absolute violence and cruelty.
Of course, she wasn't the only focus during that time.
It was a turbulent era, where gods and mortal things merged to form an era of incomparable brilliance.
Maybe it wasn't such a beautiful era for all things.
But there is no doubt that it was a time full of miracles and changes.
Yi Qiu looked at the mysterious scene baked out of the evil god's origin.
There was nothing in mortal language that could describe the scene he was seeing.
That is the true vastness and evil, and it is the core power gift of an evil god.
However, for Yi Qiu, this only broadened his horizons.
Just like the magic knowledge he occasionally learns:
Understand that sometimes, it is not to control, but to open it in another form...
As the essence of the evil god disappeared little by little, Yi Qiu could feel that the magic particles in the material world began to undergo a new change.
The sacrifice of the evil god cannot directly compensate for the influence of the magic particles that were previously at the extreme active inert value.
However, it can promote the activation of magic particles, making the wave of the Magic Age more turbulent.
Judging from the roughly divided stages of the hundred years that Yi Qiu once expected, at the current stage, sacrificing an evil god can push the overall process of the material world forward by at least ten years.
As for the role of the first evil god sacrificed, that is another story.
As the origin of the evil god was completely eliminated, Yi Qiu seemed to hear a cold sigh.
Then, across the vast void, he looked at the person with eyes that exuded coldness and depth...
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"She's dead..."
In the Kingdom of God, Anaf Kizaki sighed in a complicated manner.
Perhaps due to the influence of her priesthood, she retains a part of her cold humanity.
For her sister Gerna, her emotions are undoubtedly subtle.
She is the moon goddess of the good camp, while Gerna is the central combat force of the evil camp.
She didn't know whether she should hate her, or hate her father's power.
"Your Highness, Gerna has fallen?"
Next to her, her saint-Crescent Follower-Mlana asked.
"Yes, the crescent moon mark I left on her body has completely dissipated - this means her complete elimination."
Anaf Kizaki turned to look at his saints. Saints are just the honorific names given by many mortals to the supreme beings who follow the gods.
For Anaf Kizaki, New Moon Follower-Mlana is her most trusted partner and best friend.
New Moon Follower-Mlana understands the complicated relationship between her and her sister Gerna, and she once lamented the decisiveness of fate.
However, she knew that the New Moon follower-Mlana would not sympathize with the death of her sister Gerna.
She is the best companion of her own ideas and path, but she is not a shadow that can empathize...
Anaf Kizaki doesn't need puppet-like saints, that would be a kind of blasphemy to her.
"We can go ahead with our plans - no one will be able to stop us."
"Your Highness, we will build an ideal country of our own..."
Sure enough, after confirming the news of Mlana's death, Saint-Crescent Follower-Mlana said happily.
"Let it go and do it. Under the new moon, there will be no shadow..."
Anaf Kizaki looked at Mlana who happily accepted the order and left, and she slowly shook her head.
"A son of destiny who was promoted to a legendary monk..."
Anaf Kizaki looked at the picture conveyed in the Crescent Seal, and she felt that this was a good opportunity.
She did not remain under the influence of the news of her sister's death, even if she did feel shaken by it for a moment.
But now, when the higher level of will begins to operate, those ordinary emotions cannot become elements that interfere with her will.
After all, in her divine form in the material world, she has always been a cold goddess.
She brings punishment to evil, and she brings warmth to good.
From the related concepts of theological scholars, they define this kind of role-playing that ultimately leads to the transformation of one's own will as the casting of divine emotions.
"They look like ordinary or crazy mortals, but when you look through their intense gazes, in the deepest place, what you can see - will be a cold, creepy calm -
—"Divine Casting, Taking You into the Deepest Sea of Divinity" (the first series of banned books marked by the Third Association of the Holy Union)"
"It's not surprising that he is wary of the gods in the outer realm. Since the instinct of plane consciousness is like this..."
"He can become a legendary monk, so there is no loophole in his will..."
"The destined son of a legendary monk..."
Anaf Kizaki's divine will began to move rapidly.
Being in the Kingdom of God, the power of divinity unfolded countless possible scenes in front of her.
She was looking for the most stable possibility among the countless possible scenes.
That was an effortless thing for the gods.
But now, the problem becomes a little more complicated.
It's not that it's impossible, but she needs to make some choices...
"I need an ally - before the not-too-distant war comes, any possible help is worth the cost."
After the divine will made its decision, Anaf Kizaki took out some light exuding divine power from the Kingdom of God.
The light condensed in her hands and formed a book that did not look thick.
Then, her voice sounded in the Kingdom of God and spread throughout the Kingdom of God:
"I need someone to complete this contact for me..."
Suddenly, in this plane made of moonlight, countless light figures flew out from the graceful halo.
They are the petitioners of Anaf Kizaki, and they look a bit like some kind of elemental beings made of moonlight.
And following some kind of communication between these petitioners, a petitioner that seemed to be slightly taller flew up from the earth made of moonlight.
Then, she fell into Arnav Kizaki's palm and said respectfully to Arnav Kizaki:
"Your Highness, I am willing to go."
"Then, may the new moon bless you, my child, Anna..."
Anaf Kizaki looked at the Crescent Warrior Anna in her palm and said this.